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Ashen faced Prometheus aghast at inferno gone awry

Ashen faced Prometheus aghast at inferno gone awry

Whether arsonist at fault
or confluence of ripe conditions
triggering perfect firestorm,
the titan of fire beside himself with misery,
though no fault of his own
the raging bullish conflagration
a taste of inescapable hell
synonymous with the outer limits
of the twilight zone,
where mercurial Venusians
ply their devil may care attitude
with pitchforks stabbing the sheltering sky
mortifying for those residents
(even firm believers
in a loving divine presence),
especially those individuals
now living asocial in the ruins
amidst (in oh my gosh) once posh
Los Angeles neighborhoods!

Though a skeptic at heart,
I cannot help but wonder
“What Hath God Wrought
which text first, original phrase
that Samuel Morse typed
in his newly invented
single-wire telegraph in the 1930.

Faith no more
does severely test
(and strain the limits of credulity)
regarding doubting Thomas paradigm
positing the question
(for those who do believe)
why whims oven omniscient deity,
would unleash unrelenting punishment
poorly justifying the pithy remark
Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God
purportedly flourish aplenty
within the human league,
particularly where ultra rich banded together
and (possibly because of
obeisance to their wealth)
therefore fixation to acquire
trappings of splendour
must be forced to atone
for their collective miscreants
and become like the indigent
no matter that wealth justifiably earned
saith those now rendered destitute,
and reduced to panhandle.

Fat or slim chance,
but just maybe more attention will be paid
to those accursed with a lifetime
of misery and hardship,
thru no fault of their own.

Impossible mission to create Utopia
if only because each person endowed
with inherent abilities and/or being gifted
housing latent advantageous qualities
of body, mind, or spirit,
(whether identified at an early age,
or discovered visa vis later in life)
allowing, enabling, and providing them
better yet, perhaps hypothetical person
born that way as a polymath
(or a poker face, yet get smart to play dumb),
but nevertheless exploit innate
mental, physical or spiritual endowments
with honest to goodness
sweat of brow modus operandi
to experience successfully
(what envious others may chide
as them living the life of Riley)
comfortably numb judged
as free and clear lifestyle against deprivations
with difficulty, yet without deliberateness
flaunting obvious plentitude,
perhaps erring by hosting gala events
paying deference towards billionaires
all the while downplaying
amassing trophies of capitalism
but never missing a beat
to accentuate compulsion
toward keeping up with the Joneses
for all the webbed wide world to see
oozing pretentiousness grafted
upon struggling origin
as humble and poor member
of bourgeoisie economic strata.

Impossible mission for full fledged capitulation
of monied class subsequently as faux proletariat,
would be laughable drama
considering those capital assets
went up in smoke
(understandable and definitely hard hit
would be victims
without homeowners insurance),
and lacking that secret stash of money
hidden under a mattress
or deep underground
beneath generations old palm tree
but the luckier ones could access
offshore accounts no doubt
bulging with available super duper funds.

Upon glancing at the headlines
I espied an unusual communiqué
crediting Poseidon with helping ease
the lack of adequate water
substantiated by Department of Water and Power
acknowledged that Pacific
Palisades reservoir offline
closed for structural repairs,
plus confirmation that by 3 a.m.
Wednesday January 9th, 2025 (of course)
all three tanks, (which hold
one million gallons each) went dry.
Out of the blue
and into the black of darkened skies
courtesy explosion from incendiary material
an immense humongous cloud
saturated a bajillion percent with moisture
(spanning across the entire horizon
from all points of the compass
north, south, east, and west)
Poseidon came forth to the rescue
not quite in the nick of time,
nevertheless a heavy downpour,
(a record amount of rain deluged the area)
larger than the size of Rhode Island
immediately pooling into waist
then tens of feet of high water
within minutes, where
analogous to a Biblical flood,
thus you can bet your bottom dollar
aforementioned statement
originated from a reliable source.
Matthew Scott Harris
could not contacted for further questioning
hence sometimes we need
to believe in a higher power!
 

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